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shoved aside
and expected to
move
as if they knew
my politeness would prevail
and my
self-consciousness
would come
out
for all to see

what would it take
to make them
open their eyes
and notice
that i was here all
along

i have earned
but never received
your respect
i have battled
and lost lots
suffered great
and still standing

and you are still
shoving past me
with no regard
or respect

is my beauty
non-existent
not up to par
that i don’t
measure up
and not
worthwhile

i wonder what it would
take for a simple
nice gesture